AN: Just a reminder, I rewrote the first two chapters completely and uploaded them a few hours before this one, so be sure to go check those out!
-Dramione-
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Hermione groaned. What in the earth was making that infernal tapping noise? She sighed and rolled over, burying her face in the pillow.
Tap.
Grumbling, she sat up and turned around to look at the bedroom window. A tawny brown barn owl fluttered outside it. It brought its beak back to the glass.
Tap.
"If you tap one more time, I'm going to wring your bloody neck." Hermione said to the owl as she walked over to it. She flipped the latch and lifted the window open. The owl flew in, hooting.
"Will you shut up. It's 1 in the damn morning." The witch growled as the bird perched on one of the room's nightstands. It stretched out its leg impatiently for her to remove her mail.
"Fine, fine." She muttered, untying the twine holding the letter to the bird. The bird hooted at her once more before taking off out the window. She glared at its retreating form until it disappeared into the night. She glanced at the parchement in her hand and rolled her eyes at the Hogwarts seal on its back. McGonagall just did not give up.
She wandered into the living room, flipping on the lights as she went. She tossed the letter on the table and walked over to the fridge to look for something to eat. She grimaced. Hadn't she said she was going to go grocery shopping yesterday? She pulled out their last package of tortillas and the tub of butter. At the very least this would be better than nothing. She turned and grabbed a butter knife from the cutlery drawer before flopping into one of the kitchen chairs. She buttered one of the tortillas and put it in her mouth, holding it between her teeth as she broke the letter's seal.
"Alright, what do you have to say now, McGonagall?" She muttered to herself aas she took the tortilla away from her mouth.
"Mrs. Hermione Weasley,
I assumed that you would need more information on the position and the duties it would entail before you could make a decision, so I took it upon myself to send you some more information.
As the professor of Muggle Studies here at Hogwarts, you would be teaching students from years 3 to 7. Since the class is an elective, you would have only 6 different classes. Two for beginner, two for advanced, and two for any special subject courses you wish to offer. These special topics have to be approved by myself and the deputy headmaster Filius, but otherwise, they are completely of your own choosing."
Hermione paused in her reading. What kind of special topics would she teach? Maybe she'd teach a class on microwaves. It'd interested Draco after all, and she had thought she'd never get him interested in Muggle culture. She laughed shortly, before considering the question seriously. Something on movies would fill the class up easily an get students interested in Muggle technology. She shook her head. Why was she even thinking about this? It wasn't like she was going to take the job.
"By the last day of June, it would be expected of you to have finished your syllabus for each of your classes and have them submitted to me so that I can review them as well as a book list for your students. In addition, you should have your lesson plans completed at least a week in advance; however, these do not have to be submitted to me for review.
In addition, you would be required to hold detention twice a month and would be in charge of overseeing two Hogsmead trips per year. If you so chose to, you could also become the advisor for the Muggle Studies Club on campus. It includes only three students at the moment, but I am hoping that it will grow as time passes."
She snorted. A muggle studies club? That would never become popular at Hogwarts. Besides, when did Hogwarts have clubs? The closest they'd ever had when she'd been a student was Dumbledore's army. She took a bite of the tortilla. A potions or charms club, she could see, but a muggle studies one? She wasn't so sure about that.
If you have any further questions, please feel free to floo call me at your convinece. As I stated in my previous letter, we would really like you to join us here at Hogwarts, Mrs. Weasley. All of the staff here feel that you would be the perfect professor to teach our students about the Muggle world. As you once told me many years ago, the only way to bring the Muggle and Wizarding world closer together is education."
Hermione grumbled. Of course the old woman would use her own words against her.
"Remember, I need you to send me an owl within two months to claim the position. Otherwise, we will begin interviewing other applicants.
I hope to hear from you soon,
Minvera McGonagall
Headmaster of Hogwarts"
Hermione took another bite of her tortilla, finishing it off. She sighed and leaned back in her chair. She should really just write out a refusal now. She couldn't take this job. She was happy at the Ministry. She was making a difference there.
She barked a short laugh. It didn't seem like it though. Last Monday, she'd been called a Mudblood as she walked to her office. Who had it been? Astoria Greengrass? She rolled her eyes. That woman couldn't keep her opinions on anything to herself, particularly her distaste of the nonmagical world. She never shut up about how the Muggle and Wizarding interrelations department was a waste of Ministry money. Sadly, more people in the Ministry than she cared to admit agreed with Greengrass, and it seemed like no matter what did, she couldn't change their minds. The older generations were stuck in their ways.
She put the lid back on the butter and glanced at the clock. 3 A.M. She yawned. She walked over to the fridge and put the food in it before tossing the butter knife in the sink. She'd do the dishes in the morning. She flipped off the kitchen light and headed back to bed. She'd write a response to McGonagall later. For now, she'd just go back to bed.
-Dramione-
Ron swore under his breath. The damn lock had a vendetta against his key. Harry must have hexed it last time he was over. The thing never wanted to work for him.
"Alohomora." He whispered, grinning as he heard the lock click. He shuffled into the flat, taking care to step quietly so as not to wake his wife. He kicked off his shoes and walked into the kitchen. He was starving.
"Do we have anything to eat?" He wondered aloud. Hermione usually did the grocery shopping, but she hadn't bought anything in two weeks. Maybe he should do the shopping and surprise her. He frowned. Then again, he didn't know the first thing about grocery shopping. He didn't know what to get. Maybe he should just leave it to her.
Flipping the light on, he shambled to the fridge tiredly. There was some lunch meat that looked like it was preparing to go old. He brought it up to his nose and sniffed. It smelled all right. He grabbed a beer and sat down at the table with the meat. Lifting a slice out of the plastic container, he dangled it over his mouth and dropped it. Chewing he glanced at the parchment across from him.
He wiped his hand on his shirt and picked it up. His brow furrowed as he read.
"Mrs. Hermione Weasley,
I assumed that you would need more information on the position and the duties it would entail before you could make a decision, so I took it upon myself to send you some more information."
Previous letter? Was McGonagall trying to recruit Hermione as a teacher for Hogwarts? He skimmed over the rest of the parchment. Why hadn't she told him about this?
It would be a great opportunity for her. Hogwarts never went to people asking them to be professors. People always came to them instead and begged to work there. It looked fairly prestigious on a resume.
"McGonagall really seems to want her." He mused aloud. "Maybe she's been making bigger waves at the Ministry than I've noticed." He smiled proud of his wife. He'd always known she was going to change the world somehow. She had too much fire in her not too.
He picked up another piece of lunchmeat. She probably hadn't told him yet cause she was waiting for things to be more concrete. She always seemed nervous about taking big steps like this. He grinned, an idea striking him. He could announce it tomorrow at dinner at his Mum's for her, so she wouldn't have to be nervous about telling everyone. Merlin, they were all going to be so proud of her.
He tossed the empty container in the trash and refolded the letter, placing it back in its original position. Walking back to the bedroom, he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his pants. He smiled at the sleeping form of his wife before crawling into bed next to her. He curled against her, placing his arm around her midsection.
-Dramione-
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